The boys had been given a day’s grace from school to be sure to be at home to celebrate my birthday, so first thing on Monday morning I took them to the station together with their luggage for the rest of the term. So, they were going back a day later than the rest of their pals,
Elyot had been fine for the rest of the night after his bad dream and had even apologised to me as he went off to get dressed. Fourteen, going on twenty-three!
I’d just got back and settled down with my laptop, when my ‘phone rang. It was Derek.
“You got the boys off all right?” he wanted to know. I told him yes.
“I believe you had a ‘phone call last night,” he said in a sort of sing-songy voice.
“Erm, yes, I did. It would appear you’ve been giving out my number hither and thither,” I said.
“Well, after all, you were very old friends,” he replied.
“We had been twenty-odd years ago,” I added.
“He was surprised and pleased you were pyjamaless. So was I!”
I remained silent.
“He said something about ringing you again later today.”
“Not to me, he didn’t.”
“No, he told me he intended to, when we spoke earlier. He said, what would be really nice is if he knew you were working at your desk without any trousers on, just like old times, eh?”
I caught my breath.
“Tony?”
“What?”
“For old time’s sake, will you? For your old friend? To please him?”
“Will I what?” still a little uncertain of what I was actually being asked.
“Will you get your keks off for him?”
I felt decidedly foolish and knew I was blushing.
“Go on, Tony! Get ‘em off now whilst you’re talking to me.”
“Do you expect me to spend the day sitting here with my trousers off all day?” I asked.
“Yes. Yes, I do,” He paused. “We do, Tony.”
“But why, for heaven’s sake?” I asked in exasperation.
“Because we both know you like it. The control,”
I shuddered.
“You like being controlled, and we both like being in control. Controlling you.”
I cleared my throat to say something but couldn’t think of anything to say.
“Trousers down now, Tony! Don’t waste any more time. Daniel will be ‘phoning shortly, and you don’t want to disappoint him after all these years, do you?”
“This is ridiculous!” I said.
“It’s for old time’s sake, isn’t it? He was your best friend, and you used to do these sorts of things together. Get ‘em off to please him when he rings and finds you in your knickers! Go on!”
“Oh, all right!” I snapped petulantly and began to unfasten my belt as I still sat in my chair. “How did you two get to know each other, anyhow?” I asked.
“We met in a club I go to sometimes.”
“Oh?”
“You wouldn’t know it, Tony. Not the sort of club you’d have gone to. At least, not with Sue.”
With my trousers undone, I raised myself in my seat to slip them down off my hips and kicked off my shoes. Pulling them off my bare legs, I sat there and said: “They’re off.”
“Good boy!” he said.
I felt just the same as I had when Daniel said the same thing last night.
“How d’you feel?”
“Really stupid.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“But what if Marjorie, or someone comes to the door?”
“Marjorie’s already seen you stark bollock naked, remember?” Derek offered. “So, she’s hardly likely to be shocked seeing you in your undies. More likely, disappointed.”
Derek rang off, and I turned my mind to my work. Several hours passed before I got up and went into the kitchen to make myself a coffee. Just as I got back to my desk, my ‘phone started vibrating. It was on Whatsapp and wanted to be a camera call. I sat down and turned it on.
“Hallo there, Tony. It’s been a long time.”
Twenty-odd years and yet I knew him instantly. Of course, he’d matured but the features were very much the Daniel Toft of my youth.
“Hello, Daniel,” I said with a sickly grin on my face, feeling dreadfully self-conscious.
Well, well, well, good to see you in the flesh!”
And there was something about the way he said the word “flesh” that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Stand up, Tony, and hold your ‘phone out so I can see your whole body.”
I stood and stretched my arm out in front of me. I could see on the small screenpic that Daniel would be able to see I was not wearing trousers.
“Nice underpants! Conservative, but then you always were, weren’t you? A white Y-fronts man from the very start!”
I jumped as the doorbell suddenly rang.
“I’ve got to go,” I said urgently. “There’s somebody at the door.”
“Then go and answer it. I’ll wait,” he said.
“I’ve got to put my trousers on first,” I said.
“No!” he said firmly. “No, Tony. Go as you are! You can use the door as a shield if you’re really nervous.”
Panicking, I went into the hall. I could see a faint shape through the thick marbled glass window in the top of the front door. It looked to be a male. I drew back the catch and slowly opened it, craning my neck round to see who my visitor was.
“Surprise, surprise!”
It was Daniel Toft.
“Aren’t you going to ask me in?”
I stepped back and opened the door properly, still with my ‘phone pressed to my ear, and my old schoolfriend of twenty-odd years ago, and of whom I had not seen hide nor hair since, stepped in.
“Hullo, Tony, dear boy,” he said and clasped me in a full body hug. He ran his hands down my back and even grasped a buttock cheek through my underpants. I was suddenly very self-conscious of my manhood being pressed firmly into his groin area.
“It’s been a long time. Too long!”
“Yes,” I said, somewhat foolishly as I turned my telephone off. I knew I had a stupid broad grin on my face. I could feel my teeth drying.
“Well, aren’t you going to ask me in?” he asked, holding me back at arm’s length.
“Yes, yes of course.” And I pulled myself free and led the way back into the sitting room.
“Nice,” he said, looking round the room. “Your wife obviously had good taste.”
He ran his eyes up and down me.
“ . . . in all things,” he added with a slow smile. “Nice to note you have risen to the occasion for my surprise visit.”
I glanced down at myself, scarlet with embarrassment, then grinned foolishly at I stared at his face, trying to identify the features I readily knew from our youth.
He had broadened out quite a bit and even seemed taller than I remembered. His hair was mostly the same, if less unruly, but his eyes – his eyes were just the same, able to bore into your very soul. I found myself trembling. I could tell he had noticed this, but he didn’t say anything.
“I see you’ve just got yourself a coffee. That would be lovely.”
“Yes, yes. I’ll just go and make it,” and I started backing towards the kitchen.
"Through here, is it?” he said following me closely.
He inspected the kitchen and the back garden out of the window and made polite remarks of admiration. He liked his coffee black, and, when poured, we both went back into the sitting room. It was definitely unnerving to be doing all of this without my trousers on.
He had me sit next to him on the sofa, and I found myself trying to cover the pouch of my underwear with my shirt tail. He leant across and lifted it away again and placed his hand casually upon my bare thigh. I froze.
“So, Tony – does this bring back memories?” he asked with a broad smile.
“Yes, it most certainly does,” I found myself answering breathily.
“Which, in particular? Can you say?”
I feverishly racked my brains.
“The cross country runs, where you wouldn’t let me wear underpants under my shorts, and I was afraid all the time of my penis falling out of the leg holes.”
“Ah, yes. I remember that vividly. They were very short shorts, and it happened a lot. You were incredibly well-hung for a boy of your age. I remember when you went up to receive some sports award or other from the headmaster’s wife, and your cock flopped out as she shook you by the hand. The whole crowd of us burst out laughing, and you’d got a hard-on by that time, and struggled like mad to get it back into your shorts.”
I was alarmed to feel a reaction to Daniel’s memory.
“I remember those school journeys on the train, especially in the crush of rush hour when I used to grope you and there was nothing you could do to move away. I seem to remember I even made you come once, didn’t I?”
“I don’t remember that,” I lied, “but I remember the fumblings.”
Why did I lie, I asked myself. I remembered it all too clearly, and again I felt a tightening in my underwear.
Daniel looked down at it.
“You seem to be having a bit of a problem down there, Tony. Things got tangled up a little, have they? I’m sure you’d be more comfortable if I relieved you of your underwear.”
He put his coffee cup down and leant across me inserting his thumbs inside the elastic waistband of my underpants.
“Raise yourself up a bit,” he said softly.
“No, it’s all right. I’m fine,” I said quickly.
“No, you’re not. Don't argue with me. Allow me to know what’s best. Raise yourself up!”
Very reluctantly I did, and Daniel dragged my underwear down, my penis bouncing up into full view.
“That’s better. You’re much more comfortable now, aren’t you?”
I was obliged to say a rather quietly whispered “yes”.
“You can thank me, Tony,” he said.
“Thank you, Daniel,” I murmured, and my penis waved at him.
“You know,” Daniel started after looking me up and down, “you’re neither one thing nor the other when you’re half-dressed like that, old chap. I think you’d feel much better if I helped you out of the rest of your stuff, don’t you?”
“I er, I don’t know,” I said.
“Well, I think I do, so let’s give it a go, shall we?”
“I think I’d feel better with my other clothes back on,” I said.
“No, I think I know best here, Tony – as I always did in the past. Do you remember?”
“Oh yes, I remember.”
“So, just let me unbutton this and you’ll see that I’m right.”
It was pointless to continue the pretence of argument. Daniel had obviously decided he wanted to reduce me to a state of complete nudity, and I was expected to comply with his wishes, as if twenty-odd years in between had no effect whatsoever on the outcome.
As he peeled off my last sock, he looked me up and down with a critical eye.
“Well, the body has matured as was to have been expected, but you’re in pretty good shape, Tony, and this familiar friend,” he added with almost a purr as he grasped my male member, “is, if anything, more superlative than I remember.”
I bucked involuntarily in his grip.
“Whoa, boy!” Daniel cautioned. “From now on Derek and I decide when you can come. Is that clear?”
